Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.